Flowers do eventually wilt. <br />She perches her red hat at a sassy tilt, <br />Her skin is rose petal soft, <br />As she lives in a damp, one bedroom loft, <br /> <br />With her beloved fading rugs and coloured candles, <br />She moves like a dancer, in her openwork sandals, <br />Her flame red hair, hangs long and loose, <br />She often misses Mildred her pet goose, <br /> <br />On her stepfather's farm, <br />He hasn't a ounce of charm, <br />With his watery, steel, grey eyes, <br />Piercing glances that causes so much harm, <br /> <br />His darkness and cleverness is like a wily fox, <br />At times erupting like an evil Jack in the box, <br />With his thunder and lightning, <br />She run's away from the fear of all the fighting, <br /> <br />He made them pay, as he was their master, <br />Which made her run to the city even faster. <br />Now in her twenties, with her senses so alive, each day, <br />As she admires the view over Dublin bay, <br /> <br />She is blooming in a beautiful way, <br />Freedom is these city streets, <br />Where she finds no defeat, <br />With people glancing at her fresh face, <br /> <br />Lit from within by a blazing sun, <br />As she walks at her own dancing pace, <br />Love is the reason she lives to chase, <br />A man of talent and wealth, <br /> <br />To give her comfort, <br />To embrace his warmth, in some exotic port <br />As she perches her red hat at a sassy tilt, <br />Because flowers do eventually wilt.<br /><br />Hazel Durham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flowers-do-eventually-wilt/
